The axe in Lager’s hand swung with great force, the gusts of wind it stirred up felt like they could sting a person’s face.
If someone were directly hit by the axe, it would mean losing an arm or a leg.
Mo Li’s figure swayed in the fierce wind, as if he were so fragile that the wind could tear him apart.
His white cloak fluttered with the wind, and even in his poor condition, the large axe couldn’t touch a single hair on him.
Gradually, Lager started to get anxious.
The more the boy evaded him, the more anxious he became.
After all, his stamina wasn’t infinite, and with the heavy axe and the psychological pressure of facing the boy, his stamina was rapidly depleting without him realizing it, naturally slowing his speed.
Once his speed slowed, the boy would have a chance to counterattack.
Lager wasn’t some clueless muggle; on the contrary, he had some combat experience.
At a young age, he had gone up the mountain with his father to eliminate bandits, gaining experience dealing with wolves and bandits.
He believed he would never lose to this boy who seemed like he hadn’t even killed anyone before.
So he didn’t believe that with his ability to adapt in battle, he would meet an opponent among his peers.
After all, while his lazy colleagues were enjoying afternoon tea, he was on the mountain hunting wolves in the cold wind.
This boy did have some skills, but that was it.
From the start, he had been holding back a bit of strength, making Mo Li think he was starting to tire and slow down, but it was just a facade.
Once Mo Li got used to his current attack speed, he would suddenly speed up and catch him off guard to secure victory!
As he expected, the boy indeed thought his stamina was overused and began to slow down his dodging.
Lager secretly smirked; Mo Li had fallen for it.
In an instant, he accelerated, delivering a clean and sharp axe strike.
Mo Li, slightly dazed, quickly blocked with his curved blade.
His battle-hardened experience allowed him to intercept in time, but how could a single-handed blade block a double-handed battle axe?
Lager had already succeeded; his axe broke through Mo Li’s curved blade defense, heading towards the latter’s neck.
At this distance, there was no room for defense or evasion; not even a deity could save Mo Li.
This match was as good as won.
Perhaps injuring someone in a match would have serious reputational consequences, but if the injured was a commoner with no background or an unwelcomed illegitimate child, it wouldn’t matter.
His invincible father would help cover it up.
Having already planned for the aftermath of injuring or even killing someone, the audience thought Mo Li was about to lose, and the referee was about to announce the result.
Lager even showed a victorious smile when an unexpected scene unfolded.
“Crack, snap!” Lager’s axe broke into two pieces.
That’s right, Mo Li had anticipated Lager’s surprise attack.
His combat experience far exceeded Lager’s.
Having been through countless battles, what grand scene hadn’t he witnessed? How could someone who could walk back and forth under the Phoenix Princess’s skirt fall for such a low-level trick?
He had planned to dodge, but in a moment of inspiration, he thought of a way to end the fight directly: destroy the opponent’s weapon.
But how to destroy it? Others might not be able to, but he could, because he had something on him harder than diamonds.
Yes, dragon teeth, a formidable weapon that could bite through marble like it was tofu! It was the hardest thing on him.
Mo Li was currently in dragon form, so the dragon teeth could be used.
At the moment Lager swung his axe, Mo Li didn’t retreat but advanced, boldly moving his head forward and biting the axe handle.
The situation went smoother than he imagined; with hardly any effort, the axe handle broke into two pieces.
“What??…” Lager didn’t react to what happened.
Mo Li’s biting speed was so fast, and with the certainty of his strike, he hadn’t paid much attention, leading to him not knowing what happened until he saw his axe split as it swung down.
Damn it, this was a luxurious battle axe made by the most famous craftsman in his territory using flower steel, which wouldn’t even show marks when clashing with ordinary swords.
How could it break so easily?
Lager didn’t react, and neither did the audience, but reality wouldn’t wait for them to catch up.
By the time Lager snapped back to reality, a sleeve sword was already hanging in front of him.
“You lost.” A cold voice declared victory to him.
This was an outcome no one had expected.
“That was…” However, not everyone present failed to see what happened, like a certain cat-eared girl with excellent dynamic vision.
Limdis narrowed her eyes.
Just now, she saw it.
Mo Li, this human, had easily bitten through the finely crafted battle axe with his teeth, as if biting a cookie stick.
No, this wasn’t something a human could do.
Even if Limdis was naive, she understood that human teeth couldn’t possibly bite through such sturdy steel.
That boy, what exactly is he…
“You lost.” On the field, Mo Li looked expressionlessly at the stunned Lager, who gradually lowered his head after realizing what had happened.
The match was decided, and Mo Li lowered his sleeve sword, intending to turn around.
“Impossible, impossible… you, you cheated!” Suddenly, Lager raised his head, his face filled with malice.
Ignoring the referee’s dissuasion, he gripped the half axe and swung it fiercely at Mo Li’s neck.
“What are you doing? Are you challenging the referee’s authority?” The hook-nosed elder shouted discontentedly.
It was too late; Lager’s axe was already close to Mo Li’s neck.
Just as it was about to strike, Lager’s eyes widened, letting out a muffled “Oh!”
“You think I really can’t beat you?” Mo Li coldly looked at Lager, his knee somehow having slammed into Lager’s abdomen.
After a muffled “Oh!” sound, Lager’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed on the floor, foaming at the mouth.
“Foolish…” Mo Li stepped back a few steps, not just because of the exhaustion from the match, but mainly because Lager’s sneak attack forced him to focus all his energy on counterattacking, causing him to relax his control over his body’s transformation.
This led to an irreversible situation…
“The match is decided.
I declare the winner to be contestant number 66, Mo Li… Hey, are you okay?”
“Ugh!…” Trying to return to the stands normally, Mo Li ultimately couldn’t suppress it.
He had reached his limit…
Half-kneeling, clutching his chest in pain, his voice had started to become sharp.
Even worse, the entire audience was focused on him…
